[UnbornBuddha]

Al Hallaj’s eyes flashed open, revealing omnipotence
His body dangled making him seem ill and impotent.
The Muslim orthodoxy branded him a heretic,
The same way we brand them as terrorists.
Al Hallaj was being sentenced for heretical remarks,
Seemingly angelical in thought;
Proclaiming to measure with the mythical God.
Most religious powers view the creator as an ethical farce,
An epical force, spectacle horse, used to steer the vox populi.
After all, what is faith but luck randomized?

The martyrdom of this man was a sight to behold!
It was like he held absolutely no fright in his bones
Particularly, when his limbs began to be mutilated;
He smiled, recognizing the formless human cages
Bonding his executioners in a wormhole bloomed from hatred
Consuming them, until their periphery essence oozes stasis.
The hue of Hades comes next & it's acutely fatal like a nuclear agent.

The cloak of oneness achieved by giving up soul and conscious
Eclipsing into oblivion every concept, thus knowing nothing.
The shadow that follows us is our God complex, a holy process
That inspires and guides a poet's knowledge.
Consider how much Rumi is quoted often.
As his torturers hacked and cut, the Sufi fell in a trance of drunks
He began to laugh amongst those who nailed him to that cross;
They assumed he was demented from the septic blood loss.
A manifest divine incarnate, who rejected their laws,
Rotten branches made to venerate Allah.
Accepting he was realized and completely unified with the Truth of Life
Meant an end to the empire’s spew of lies.
For even though, he was hanging... you were the one being crucified!

Yet, in such a pathetic state, only meant for pain;
He was still able to summon the realm of faith,
The abandonment ascetics crave is still feeding their selfish ways.
The mystic knew this & didn’t conceptualize between him and thy
To him, the only I that existed was thine.
He completely forgot himself in an ecstatic Shath
The bliss struck his nervous system like a static shock.
Right before he died, he muttered “I am the eternal truth
The universe before you… bond God into servitude
So, when a demon turns to you for help,
Offer him the opportunity to worship you
Relinquishing the structural distance between the Earth and moon”
Celestial clusters returned back to the primordial soup
Their bodies’ separation was the first cursed wound.
I, Al Hallaj, proclaim the end of my search for you, the divine corpus rebuked.
Let me perish,
And finally purge this disorderly mood; I’ve dumped my corpse, see you soon.